Sometimes old photos reveal
the beauty of concealed treasures
for wistful lovers’ bitter pleasures.

I’ve seen the child you were,
your smile is still the same!
How is it that yesterday seems so real?

Tell me, how could we
make Time go slower?
Why should it all end in tears?

But neither Life nor Years
are really to blame,
true Love is a never-fading flame.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

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Je n’ai pas connu l’enfant que tu étais
mais sur une photo perdue dans un tiroir
j’ai vu que ton sourire était toujours le même.

Quelle chance avons nous de nous être trouvés
dans l’univers immense
dans la lumière du soir,

enfants éternels,
dont les âmes jumelles s’aiment,
s’aiment, bien par delà le Temps.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

If you show me
how to walk at night
in the light of myriad stars
I know I will find the path.

If you give me a sign
I most certainly will see your face
through the bright dust of constellations
and your hand will guide me.

If I look far enough
when you speak so clearly
the silent language of Midnight skies
I think I will be able to understand,

and if you whisper in my ear
golden words to tell me about
the glowing Breath of God,
I will not fear death anymore.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

Silent Prayer

no wrath
no blame
no hate no fight
just a flickering candle flame
a silent prayer with open hands
words of light and flowers of peace left
at the serene place where
murdered Innocents
rest

© Frédéric Georges Martin

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© 2015 – F.G.M.

Est-ce lumière du soir ?
Ou lumière du matin ?
Et cette voix silencieuse,
un signe, un guide, un ange?

Océan, je m’interroge.
Etoiles, je m’émerveille.
Lumière.
Ainsi naquit le monde.

Il n’y a ni temps ni espace.
Vraie Vie, pure Grâce,
et mon coeur s’emplit de joie :
l’amour est tout, il est

notre infini.

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Sunset, sunrise.
Which light does it resemble?
And what about this silent voice.
Is it a sign, a guide, an angel?

Ocean, I’m wondering.
Stars, you enthrall me.
Light.
And thus was born the world.

There is neither time nor space,
true Life, pure Grace,
I’m full of the joys of Spring,
love sustains everything :

it is our Infinite.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

Iron Mask

Faceless witnesses
lost in a sad masquerade
we all have to wear
an iron mask,

but there’s no reason
to hide our weaknesses,
they only are
our future strengths.

Let’s open our eyes
we’ll see a flower Garden!
Naked children of the Sky
always go to Heaven!

© Frédéric Georges Martin

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Festival des Jardins de Chaumont © 2014 – F.G.M.